When I became a mother, I realized that for me this was the main mission, purpose, meaning of life. I realized that my life would continue in my children and in their children. In memory, emotion, character, and even in bodies, literally physically. 

But if a mother is an artist, then those around her. can be wished for patience and compassion. I wanted to write about motherhood, love for children, but here I can’t do without talking about art, although in my life it is still in second place. Yes, I am a painter, I create ten hours a day, and yet… this is the “after” and the “before” is my love for Polina and Yakov